Dreams On Fire
Judi Kaufman
I shout fire in my body
I want to burn refusing showers
Fire, fire, fire,
When I feel heat in my body
I want to burn, not drink
Well, what do you know
The smoke screen of my dream puts me back into the 19th Century castle
Aroused crowd all around
His hand crowds into my crack
As we sneak into a bathroom
His sink was gone, just a bowl and pitcher, filled with holy water
Antique mahogany that used to be called a commode, becomes a toilet
I pull out the brass handle like trying to grow-up learning about bodies,
tushes, lust
I open the sliding door at the top
There?s a pot where ancestors went to the toilet
I lift the lid looking closely by crawling under the commode, into his slacks
Run my finger round and round this mysterious opening
He takes off all our clothes
Except the strand of pearls around my neck
He sits naked on my lap facing my cheeks on fire
His index finger goes round and round my hold in front and back
Lips
Then I wrap the pearls round and round his erection
The last time he said, It feels too good.
Please, he says, I don?t want to come.
I point my toe to push open another door
A bedroom inviting us to lie face-down
You first, signs the bed, looking straight at me
Windows are wide-open, my hard nipples transform the bed
Into a 21st Century water mattress called ?The Wave?
Quilt and feathers fly away, he lies face-down on me, licking my neck and ear
Wind rocks us to and fro, as he comes
It felt too good between my legs.
